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He Qingyang finally knows what kind of virtue is the "Pu Xinnan" who is widely circulated on the Internet.

He thinks some of the players in RY have such a meaning of "ordinary but confident".

City W, where the WG base is located, is not far from City R, where the RY base is located, so when He Qingyang rushed to the RY base without stopping, it was still after nine o'clock in the evening.

Everyone swarmed into the reception room, looking at He Qingyang undisguisedly with all kinds of eyes.

"Hey, I said who is this, isn't this the famous He Qingyang—" someone said in a strange way.

RY's manager coughed softly, and warned in a low voice: "Wang Feng, enough is enough for me."

Wang Feng reluctantly closed his mouth, his face collapsed, and a pair of bushy eyebrows were furrowed uncomfortably.

The only one who could be so malicious towards He Qingyang, the loaned top laner, must be RY's original top laner, Wang Feng. He moved his cake, and he would target him like this.

"Xiao He, don't take these words to heart..." After the manager finished scolding Wang Feng, he came to comfort He Qingyang.

He Qingyang stood there quietly, his jaw line was tense, he looked at the room card in his hand, this room card was a bit special.

The manager talked about the room card.

"You know our RY is just a small club with little money..."

"It happens that there are no extra rooms in this base, so I can only feel sorry for the guest room where you stayed for a while—"

Before He Qingyang could reply, he heard Wang Feng snort and mutter in a low voice.

"Who wants to share a room with him?" Wang Feng thought he was secretly rubbing his arms, smoothing away the goosebumps that he didn't know when he got up, "I don't know when he climbed into the bed..."

He Qingyang smiled suddenly. It seems that this is not the reason why the guest room is not available, but the sequelae of the mouth.

"Don't worry," the blue room card twirled nimbly at his fingertips, "I'm not interested in you."

He spoke in a low voice, almost whispering next to Wang Feng's ear.

Wang Feng's brows furrowed even deeper, and before he could push He Qingyang away, He Qingyang retreated on his own initiative, still holding the room card in his hand.

"I'll go first." He said with a smile, and dragged his suitcase to find the place where he would live in the next two or three months.

He had thought that RY would not welcome him very much, but he did not expect that he would not be welcomed to this extent.

As soon as he swiped his room card and entered the room, the overwhelming dust rushed into his throat, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and nose and coughing.

Is this a guest room?He believed in the utility room.

He Qingyang waved his arms to push the dust away, regretting that he threw the mask in the trash can of the WG base.

The room was empty, with only one bed leaning against the wall, and there was not much space. He Qingyang pulled his suitcase in and wanted to fill up the whole room.

He stretched out his fingertips and scratched the bed, the dust piled up nearly an inch high.

He couldn't help but clicked his tongue softly, then resigned himself to fetching water and started cleaning.

He Qingyang doesn't have that obsession with cleanliness, but it doesn't mean that he can live in a dirty and messy environment with peace of mind.

After tidying up everything, he collapsed on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling that his whole body had turned into ooze, and he was very sore.

I spent a whole night with Jiang Sizhen last night, and I wasn't as tired as today.

He slept on the bed with his legs bent and sleepy, the quilt was piled crumpled beside him, and he was about to close his clothes and fall asleep with his arms around a corner of the quilt in a daze.

"Dong dong dong".

Someone is knocking on the door.

He Qingyang turned over in displeasure, and buried his head in the soft quilt, trying to cover up the increasingly rapid knocking on the door from outside.

"He Qingyang, open the door!" The shouts grew louder, He Qingyang sat up with a cold face, he was always smiling, with such a stern face, he looked murderous.

He half-closed his eyes and opened the door, speaking calmly, "You'd better call me in the middle of the night because there is really something wrong, Hao Ren."

"Hao Ren? You've got the wrong person!" The visitor snorted and threw a bowl of instant noodles into his arms. "The manager said you haven't eaten, so let me bring it to you—"

Isn't it Hao Ren?He Qingyang's eyes froze for a moment on the braised beef noodles in his arms, and then he looked up at the person at the door.

High cheekbones, sunken eye sockets due to staying up late, and hair that has not been washed for a long time so that it is matted into strands.

He Qingyang said in surprise: "Wang Feng?"

Wang Feng squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Isn't this starving to death..."

"The manager asked me to inform you," Wang Feng scratched his hair, "There will be a training match tomorrow afternoon, and we will compete fairly for the starting lineup the day after tomorrow."

"Oh." He Qingyang responded, and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you."

After being woken up, He Qingyang couldn't fall asleep.He rinsed the instant noodles with boiling water, thinking that if he was idle, he would be idle, he might as well open a live broadcast for a long time.

Recently, his money is very tight, and he has to sell his time and color to live broadcast.

He fumbled for a computer in the training room, slurped instant noodles and started the live broadcast.

The name of the live broadcast is a "1" he typed casually.

In the middle of the night, there are still many immortal cultivators.In particular, the recent Koubuzhao incident has brought another wave of news to this live broadcast room.

Jiang Si really doesn't like to broadcast live broadcasts. Many water friends can only lurk under He Qingyang's live broadcast, waiting for him to broadcast live broadcasts, and grasp the latest information first-hand.

[Yanghuang reveal it, what happened with ***? 】

[Wheat bran male dog get out of bpl! 】

[Has Emperor Yang really come out publicly? 】

[Wheat bran male maggot to die! 】

【The name of this live broadcast room is very thought-provoking】

【1111111】

[Is this '1' what I think it means? 】

【…】

The dense snowflake-like barrage came one after another, He Qingyang took a sip of instant noodles, then took a sip of soup, and then spoke slowly.

"Of course it's fake." He picked a question that everyone has been concerned about recently, and answered, "How could I come out with Jiang Sizhen?"

The water friends obviously didn't believe it, and the sharp-eyed ones had already discovered that He Qingyang's live broadcast background was different from the previous ones.

【Are you in WG? 】

The fact that He Qingyang was loaned to RY has not been announced by WG, and it is normal for netizens not to know.

He Qingyang intentionally changed the topic: "It's true that it's not in WG, but I have to keep it a secret—"

He put down the fork, raised his fingers and hissed, "This is a surprise."

[What a surprise, I see your background, could it be RY? 】

【I look like it too】

[No way, Yanghuang was sold to the African team? 】

He Qingyang didn't care about the barrage, he lowered his head to the small window room, and asked him to unban the masked word Jiang Sizhen.

When he lowered his head, his black shattered hair was staggered, and a little bit of his white neck was exposed, and a clear tooth|mark could be seen indistinctly.

The barrage exploded, and the heat of the live broadcast instantly skyrocketed.

But He Qingyang was still unaware of these.

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